You will all be pleased to hear that austerity appears to be over for some. How do I know? I gather the brothel next door is up and running again. How do I know that? Well as everyone's favourite insomniac I found myself dipping into Solzhenitsyn's Gulag Archipelago at 3 o'clock this morning and heard the distinct sound of high heel against marble coming up the stairs accompanied by some titters and shushes. As an unfailing nosy Parker I leapt out of the matrimonial and looked through the spy-hole to keep an eye on things. All I caught in the kerfuffle was a fish eye view of three men and one woman. I think it is the same girl but all I saw was a enormous eyelash looming back at me and a giant bottle of cava.